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Pradip looks at you with wide eyes and nods solemnly, and tentatively asks you, "Yaha baṛhiyā sara hōgā! Āpa uha, kyā lagatā hai. Vaha yaha hai ki banātā hai, tō āpa Bahni bhī ā sakatā hai?" Vudrani: That would be wonderful sir! Do you think, uh. If she makes it that is, do you think Bahni could come too?
Pradip nods at Alwyn with big eyes, "Tuma mujhē lagatā hai ki aisā karanē kē li'ē sīkha sakatē haiṁ matalaba hai? Sahī māyanē mēṁ?!" Vudrani: You mean I could learn to do that? Truly?!{/spoiler]
You get a sense at that the girl is thrilled with the prospect, but she's half tempted to pinch herself to see if she'll wake up. She then gapes at Pratavh's offer, and seems flustered as she replies, "Vaisē maiṁ Uhhh, lēkina niścita rūpa sē, maiṁ... Maiṁ kyā, maiṁ vāstava mēṁ' ḍŏna hōgā. Lēkina mujhē kyā pahananā hōgā? Mujhē lagatā hai ki, hām̐ mujhē khuśī hōgī kahanē kā matalaba hai!" She has gone a fetching shade of pink in the face... [spoiler=Vudrani]Well I uhhh, but surely, I... What would I, I don' really. But what would I wear? I mean that is to say, yes I would be delighted!
Pratavh is ushered into a quiet side room, where there is a bed for the sick dancer. Bahni's condition has worsened considerably, her once radiant skin is mottled grey and hanging loose on her emaciated form. Her sunken eyes are focused on the middle distance, her expression vacant. The only sound is her rasping breath. The little fox girl is holding her and and there are tears on her cheeks. Pradip shrikes in mock horror when Hirati comes barreling in, she replies seriously, "Jī śrīmāna. Vaha para pakaṛa rahā hai, vē vaha kala kē mādhyama sē yaha suniścita karanā cāhi'ē kahatē haiṁ, lēkina vaha itanī grasta hai. Maiṁ isē sara samajha mēṁ nahīṁ ātā. Kō'ī yaha kyūm̐ karēgā?!" Vudrani: Yes Sir. She is holding on, they say she should make it through to tomorrow, but she suffers so. I don't understand it sir. Why would anyone do this?!
OR IS IT? There is a loud peal of thunder and the boy bursts in screaming "Mujhē bacā'ō!". He's being chased by three hideous perversions of cherubs. These bloated childlike blasphemies conjoin the features of a plump human infant and a gigantic, gore-fattened fly! Vudrani:
Save me! Kn:Planes DC 18:
These are Accuser Devils! From upstairs there is an ominous cackle of laughter...
The boy's head pops out from behind the garden gate and wide eyed, he rushes forward to see what's happening, demanding fearfully, "Āpa unhēṁ patā calā? Āpa unhēṁ patā calā? Ōha! Vō kōna hē?" He eyes grow huge and he can't seem to take his eyes off the grizzly remains, until the halfling is safely buried. Vudrani: Did you find them? Did you find them? Oh! Who is that?!
The boy sees Shikyomaru come back and in a pleading tone he asks, "Āpa Pavi yā Waahid pātē haiṁ? Thōṛā phahada kē bārē mēṁ, maiṁ usakē li'ē ḍara laga rahā hai kyā, vaha hamēśā itanā patalā thā. Kyā maiṁ apanī bahana batānē jā rahā hūm̐?!" Vudrani: Did you find Pavi or Waahid? What about little Fahad, I'm scared for him, he was always so so slender. What am I going to tell his sister?!
The kid looks at Lilly hopefully, "Arē hām̐ , āpa kē pīchē. Yaha āpa kō surakṣita rakhanē kē li'ē mujhē kē pāsa haiṁ jaba rākṣasōṁ mujhē nahīṁ mila sakatā hai, vahām̐ sabasē surakṣita hai." Vudrani: Oh yes, behind you. It's safest there, the monsters can't get to me when you are near to keep me safe.
Alwyn translates and the boy's eyes go wide and he beseeches you, "Yadi āpa kara sakatē haiṁ unhēṁ bacānē kē li'ē kr̥payā! Lēkina ōha maiṁ yahām̐ sē bāhara rahanē kē li'ē mila gayā hai? Kyā hōgā agara bāta mujhē pānē kē li'ē ātā hai?" Vudrani: Please, please save them if you can! But oh I've got to stay out here? What if the thing comes to get me?
The boy blubs miserably at Alwyn's feet, "Ghara ajība aura FAE thā. Aura kahā ki.. Ki, uha ki uṛāna bāta. Yaha aspaṣṭa paṅkha aura sīṅga kē sātha ēka ghr̥ṇita fanged mukhauṭā thā! Isakē bārē mēṁ phaṛaphaṛātē aura ēka ḍēmŏna taraha hideously cackled aura chāyā aura bātēṁ vivāda! Bātēṁ! Ōha Waahid kyōṁ? Kyōṁ tuma vahām̐ mēṁ jānē kī kyā zarūrata thī?!" Vudrani: The house was strange and fae. And that.. that, uh that flying thing. It was a hideous fanged mask with shadowy wings and horns! It flapped about and cackled hideously like a daemon and spat shadow and things! THINGS! Oh Waahid why? Why did you have to go in there?!"
The boy sobs, "Yaha ēka kī him'mata thī, Waahid kā vicāra thā! Waahid kēvala wimps kē andhērē sē ḍara rahē haiṁ nē kahā. Pavi aura phahada maiṁ yaha ēka burā vicāra thā jaba unhōnnē kahā ki vē mujhē chēṛā, ēka ḍarapōka samajhā bulāyā jā rahā hai napharata. Waahid ūpara nahīṁ jānē dēṅgē, isali'ē hama ḍarāvanā purānē ghara mēṁ crept. Mērē dōsta, ōha dēvatā'ōṁ! Bāta yaha hai ki... Yaha unhēṁ hai!" Vudrani: It was Waahid’s idea, it was a dare! Waahid said only wimps are afraid of the dark. Pavi and Fahad hated being called a wimp, they teased me when I said it was a bad idea. Waahid wouldn’t let up, so we crept into the creepy old house. My friends, oh gods! That thing… It has them!"
Lilly's words calm the boy somewhat, and he blurts out "Yahī kāraṇa hai, ki bāta! Vahām̐ ghara mēṁ, yaha mērā dōsta hai!" and becomes more agitated. He seems to shrink into himself. Vudrani: That, that thing! There in the the house, it has my friends!
You follow the sounds of crying and find a small boy, perhaps seven years old curled up in a ball down the end of an alley. He sobs something incoherent, "Vē saba calē ga'ē haiṁ. Mērē dōsta sē adhika pāra kara dī hai." Vudrani:
They're all, gone. My friends have crossed over.
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